Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OCs used.
A/N: Gah, extremely short chapter. Sorry. But needed to hammer out the few unspoken of details and leave you all on a cliff hanger. Next chapter will hopefully be longer.
Chapter 6 – Wolves (Bella's POV)
"I can't tell you." I said, my eyes squeezed shut. I felt a wave of guilt flush over me as I said those 4 measly words. Words that I knew would shatter his hope. "Is she okay?" he pressed. "Can't say." I murmured. He sighed, standing up. "Did she send you here?" his voice was no longer desperate. But it was dead and businesslike. I nodded, not trusting my traitor voice. "Why?" At this question I took a deep breath. "There's a vampire coming after me that wants to kill me. A nomad. And she sent me here to keep me safe, so that she could fight it off while I was tucked between werewolves. Then she told me she'd come when it was safe." I said in a small voice. Josh sighed again, this time longingly. The way Krista missed him had pained me, and the way he missed her pained me as well. If only nature could reverse herself. That way werewolves and vampires wouldn't be enemies. I sighed internally. Deep in thought I was slightly jostled by Josh's voice. "I guess you already know about the lot of us." he stated as I nodded.
With that, he turned to Carl. "Get Sam on the phone. Tell him and his pack to keep their eyes open for the leech." he spat the last word in utter disgust. Carl nodded and dashed to the phone. "Picked up something suspicious on patrol." called a female voice. I hadn't noticed as a girl entered the room, no older than 15. She looked much to similar to the boys around her. A female werewolf no doubt. "Define suspicious, Caroline." Josh answered. The girl, Caroline, must have been Josh's little sister. She had the same raven hair and honey-chocolate eyes. Her nose wrinkled as she spoke. "We have a little visitor from the Denalis."
Just then a knock came on the door. One of the boys in the room opened it and there stood a beautiful woman. She had long, strawberry blond hair and odd golden eyes. For the bone chilling Alaskan weather, she wore only a light jacket and jeans. All the werewolves' noses wrinkled as if smelling something horrible. The woman laughed lightly, the noise was just as beautiful as she was. It reminded me of Krista. "We heard you had a leech problem." she said. I noticed her nose wrinkled at some unknown smell as well only more subtly. As full lips pulled back over her pearl white teeth in a polite smile, they shone in an unnatural (and mildly frightening) way.